Blood sacrifice of millions of zombies, I am a demon cultivator in the end times

Things that were previously incomprehensible are now easy to understand.

Systems that were previously difficult to sort out are now easily established.

It's like going from an ordinary person to a top genius.

And this is just the beginning of the magic of the soul man.

His soul power that just skyrocketed is too huge. When Zheng Yi completely settles down, there are still more mysteries to be explored.

Because he had laid a very good foundation before, the basic knowledge of various formations was understood in his heart. Under the powerful calculation ability of the super brain master, he can be said to be a high-rise building, one step at a time.

Created the outline of his own knowledge system.

As the saying goes, a tall building starts from the ground!

Once the foundation is extremely solid, it will be a very easy thing to accumulate and build the superstructure upwards.

Zheng Yi is like a huge sponge, quickly absorbing the formation knowledge of the fourth-level inheritance, and constantly strengthening the formation system he has learned, and finally building his own knowledge building.

After an unknown period of time, Zheng Yi opened his eyes again.

He counted with his fingers, and his eyes flashed.

"It's OK, it only takes two months."

"Now my soul is stable, my consciousness and space soul are completely formed, and I have initially established the knowledge of the fourth-level formation inheritance system. Now is the right time to come out and meet the old cunning man of the Blood Mist Venerable..."

Zheng Yi laughed and stood up.

He took a step and disappeared immediately.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived above the Asura City.

He hit the blood lake with a finger.

Suddenly, the energy on the lake surface vibrated, and in the endless blood sea storm, the outline of a figure slowly grew out of the lake and gradually took shape. It was the blood-colored robed Styx Taoist.

"Daoyou, I promise you a good fortune."

Zheng Yi smiled and greeted his incarnation.

"Yes, I rely on you!"

The Styx Taoist laughed, with blood-colored robes, blood-colored hair, and blood-colored eyebrows, which was quite evil.

…

"A year has passed. I wonder if that old bastard has left!"

After Zheng Yi prepared everything, he slowly opened his eyes with a strange look on his face.

"According to my understanding of this kind of person, he will not release his eagle until he sees the rabbit. Hero-like characters are always very confident in themselves. I am afraid they are still waiting for me here?"

Zheng Yi sneered.

It just so happens that he is also ready to give the other party a surprise.

It has to be said that the person who understands you the most is always your enemy.

Only a psychopath can understand a psychopath.

Only a lunatic can understand a lunatic.

In a sense, Zheng Yi and the Blood Mist Venerable are actually the same people. They are both ruthless, decisive, and unscrupulous in order to achieve their goals.

They are more thoughtful and scheming. Outsiders often don't know what they think deep in their hearts.

But in comparison, Zheng Yi has a bottom line, and the old monster like the Blood Mist Venerable has lived for hundreds of years and has long been out of the scope of ordinary humans, so he often does things more insidiously and viciously.

One thing that Zheng Yi is better than him is that Zheng Yi always remembers that he is a human being.

The road to immortal cultivation is high and far away.

The higher he goes, the deeper his experience is.

That is, the road to immortal cultivation will gradually transform an ordinary person into a cold and powerful machine.

After all, the life span of an immortal cultivator is long. If he is lucky enough to reach a very high place and master powerful power, his relatives around him have long passed away. Even if there are descendants, I am afraid that they have little to do with him.

This is of course too emotional, and his thinking is often beyond the scope of ordinary people.

He cultivates immortals, but he is no longer a human being.

According to the deduction of the Super Brain Lord, countless great ways coexist, and Zheng Yi needs a signpost to mark his identity as a human.

Only in this way can he not forget his own essence when he cultivates to the deepest level, and will not become a puppet of the Tao and become a plaything of the will of heaven and earth.

An old devil like the Blood Mist Venerable can deceive Master Wei Xu into joining the game with a hundred years of friendship and refine all the Purple Mansion cultivators into blood puppets. His means and scheming are first-class.

For this, he planned for ten years and put a group of Purple Mansion cultivators in danger.

Unfortunately, he met Zheng Yi, a tough guy.

There is always a mountain higher than the other.

When an old cunning man meets a little cunning man, it depends on who has better means and who has more confidence?

Zheng Yi has never suffered such a big loss. If Wei Xu had not sacrificed himself to break the air ban, I am afraid that if he wanted to leave at that time, he would have to pay a big price.

Although he got the Soul-Falling Mirror, it was a blessing in disguise. He successfully evolved the soul space and formed a soul man, and his spiritual realm soared.

But Zheng Yi would not think of the feelings of the old thing, Venerable Blood Mist. As long as he got the chance, he would want to tear this old monster apart alive.

On the one hand, he avenged Wei Xu.

On the other hand, he was reluctant to leave the Divine Extreme Palace. That small space world was the strongest treasure left by the ancestor of Divine Mind.

Venerable Blood Mist planned for this for ten years, and Zheng Yi was also salivating.

This is a fight for the Tao.

It will not stop until death.

There is nothing to say.

Moreover, Zheng Yi was also under the pretext of revenge, which was a rare opportunity.

After all, he was also worried that if he was given a few years, Venerable Xuewu would really get something good from the Ancestor Shennian.

I am afraid that by then, Venerable Xuewu would really find an opportunity to successfully advance to the Jindan stage, and then it would be hard to say who would be the cat and who would be the mouse.

So when he could take action, Zheng Yi showed no mercy.

To deal with this old bastard, since it is like beating a drowning dog, kill him by surprise.

Sharpening the knife, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

...

For cultivators, time is a relative concept.

Especially for high-level cultivators, often a meditation and breathing adjustment takes several months.

So, a short period of one year and two months.

For Zheng Yi, it was just a blink of an eye, not to mention the Blood Mist Venerable, who also did not feel the passage of time.

He meditated quietly, the blood mist completely covered his body, and in the shadowy darkness, it seemed that endless gods and demons were swaying behind him.

The Blood Mist Venerable closed his eyelids, like a piece of stubborn stone, experiencing wind and rain, but not moving a step.

In fact, the exit of the entire small space has been covered by his divine consciousness, and not even a fly can fly in, and not even a mosquito can fly out.

But on this day, the Blood Mist Venerable's eyelids trembled slightly, sensing some strange fluctuations, and suddenly bloomed in the quiet space.

Swish!

A stream of light flashed, and Zheng Yi's figure appeared again on the upper floor of the attic. In the calm space, an energy wave was shaking.

"Although I don't know what means you used to hide in this year, you can disappear without a trace under my nose!"

"But a little mouse is a little mouse. After all, it can't hide in the dark ditch forever. Sooner or later, it will come out of the stinking ditch to breathe..."

Under the endless pressure, a thick blood mist was stirred up in the sky, as if dyeing the world of the small space into a blood red.

The voice of the Blood Mist Venerable suddenly sounded, turning into a huge blood-colored palm that supported the sky and the earth, falling from the sky, grabbing him fiercely, and said with a sneer.

"You just don't know that when the little mouse can't help but come out to take a breath, it will be grabbed and crushed into a meat paste!"

The vibrating blood mist turned into a terrible shock wave. The huge blood-colored palm covered the front, back, left, right, and right, covering the top, middle, and bottom, as if covering the sky and the earth. Five huge blood-colored fingers were like five towering pillars, grabbing Zheng Yi who had just revealed his body.

The thick blood mist around filled up again, and in an instant, it completely wrapped up the space where Zheng Yi was.

Those blood-colored threads that made people's scalps numb, like flexible snakes, poked their heads out and stabbed straight at his body.

At this moment, there were pursuers behind and wolves in front.

Zheng Yi had just appeared and there was no way to escape.

It can only be said that the Blood Mist Venerable is worthy of being a tyrant like an old yinbi, and his actions were decisive and ruthless.

Just like the most experienced hunter, he was calm and composed when not attacking, but once he attacked, he was like a thunderbolt, leaving no chance for Zheng Yi to escape.

Although he didn't know how Zheng Yi left the blocked space and disappeared under his nose, he understood one thing.

It's impossible for a person to disappear for no reason, but he used some unknown means.

As long as he waited for it, Zheng Yi would eventually show up again.

He waited for a whole year, and the development of things did not exceed his expectations. The mysterious Chenlong finally appeared again.

The Blood Mist Venerable, who had already set up the trap, was waiting for this opportunity.

He was also afraid of Zheng Yi's means, afraid that this slippery little mouse would escape again, and then it would be difficult to find it again.

"Another old trick?! I don't know whether to call you Ugly Bull or Blood Mist Venerable. The bottom line is, old man, your tricks are outdated."

Looking at the blood mist that seemed to have life spreading around, with blood threads emitting suffocating breath surging in it, piercing his body with terrible energy.

And behind him, the huge blood-colored palm turned the world upside down, and the sky darkened, as if it was going to crush itself into pieces with one palm.

This trick was not the first time Zheng Yi had seen it.

The power was overwhelming, but it was less delicate after all.

Besides, this trick was already outdated for him.

Accompanying Zheng Yi's teasing, his pupils burst into two golden rays of light.

In the soul space, the matchstick-like golden soul man moved slightly, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

In an instant, everything around him seemed to have heard Zheng Yi's order and stopped completely.

Whether it was the blood mist spreading upwards, the terrible blood wrapped inside, the surging shock wave, or the huge blood-colored palm that was about to approach behind him.

These forces were completely imprisoned by some invisible and terrible force, locked in the air, and stayed there motionless.

In a word, as if the words followed the law, the small piece of heaven and earth around him, affected by his personal will, stagnated directly!

Of course, this is not really the law of the word, the law of the heaven, that is too far away from him.

This is a powerful spiritual field formed by the absolute crushing advantage of the soul villain.

And within the scope of the field, everything is controlled by his spirit to a certain extent, and the spirit of nothingness affects the real world. This is the essence of the spiritual will of the Jindan period.

"What happened?!"

At this moment, even the experienced Blood Mist Venerable was a little stunned for a while, not knowing what happened.

Why did the carefully prepared trap not work, but was stopped by some mysterious force, and even bound and imprisoned, so that it all stopped there strangely.

This scene frightened him to be honest.

Even the Blood Mist Venerable, whose heart had been tempered for hundreds of years, was slightly shaken at this moment. A crack appeared in the indestructible door, and even a huge shock and fear surged faintly.

It was not that he was not clear, but he did not imagine the situation in that way at all.

After all, what Zheng Yi experienced was incredible in itself, but within the scope of common sense.

A mere Purple Mansion mid-stage cultivator, after a short disappearance of a year, his spiritual will transformed, and he actually evolved a soul space and a soul man in his mind.

This is naturally not equivalent to the shock of the Jindan level.

But it is already a miracle of the evolution of the soul.

"Destroy!"

Zheng Yi looked at the stagnant space around him, turned his right hand down, pressed his wrist, and then spoke again.

His eyes emitted a dazzling golden light at this moment.

In an instant, a more terrifying invisible spiritual energy suddenly descended.

The pressure on the soul suddenly increased, just like a mountain pressing down on the top, exploding with a bang.

Whether it was the spreading blood mist, the surging terrifying blood threads, or the huge blood-colored palm that was coming from behind to support the sky, it seemed that they could not withstand the sudden arrival of the soul energy. They all broke into ash in the air, turned into blood-colored airflow, and disappeared without a trace.

"What?! This is impossible?!"

In a blink of an eye, this scene not only collapsed the carefully prepared trap.

It also directly hit the heart of the Blood Mist Venerable.

His pupils dilated, and finally revealed a look of shock and panic.

Even with the experience and vision of the Blood Mist Venerable who had practiced hard for hundreds of years, he could not believe that a person's changes were earth-shaking in just one year.

It was easy to destroy the means he had carefully prepared.

This ability made him have bad associations, and the mysterious invisible soul fluctuations made the Blood Mist Venerable think of some kind of taboo power.

This was originally what he had been pursuing and striving for all his life.

But now it seems to have appeared in another person.

It felt like a shivering kitten that suddenly transformed into a tiger descending from the mountain, a dragon entering the sea, and a terrifying monster that could devour the heavens and the earth.

The huge contrast almost made people collapse.

The process was so short that even before the Blood Mist Venerable had time to think about it, the surrounding formation power had been destroyed.